with your empty smile [erin]

[DEXTER JACK HOLLOWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: D83C40; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] Roller blind eyes With your empty smile Feel the bile rising from your guilty past (erin) (0824) (run like hell by pink floyd) Dexter Holloway was not one to fool around. He rarely took part in any activities which were not pertinent to creating the best army he possibly could. Lately, Dexter had been driving his army as hard as he possibly could. There were a few people he had tried to recruit from other armies, but none of them took. Dexter didn’t need hesitant people in his army. It was best the offers fell through or it might have been a mistake. For one day, Dexter decided that he was wearing down and his army was beginning to show they were physically and mentally exhausted. Dexter thought it best to take a break. The one place Dexter liked to go during his off-time was the park. He liked to people watch. Dex liked to evaluate humanity and note every possible function that they have. Sometimes he found that he was disappointed with the limitations on some people. Other times he found himself gazing with a bit of indifference. The park had a different vibe to it this evening. Dexter didn’t like the change of it. He sat on a bench, keeping an even stare straight ahead. He pressed his lips together, taking in the people who were walking by. The first person Dexter noticed was an older woman who he knew to be staff at the institute. Dexter watched her as she stopped, taking a moment to look around before getting a sip of water. He noted how she wiped the water from her lips with the back of her hand. The act struck Dexter as being rather untactful and disgusting. Dexter shook his head, turning his attention to someone else. He noticed next a boy who looked like he might be from the Scorpion army. Dexter saw all the traits that a typical Scorpion would possess. The boy had jerky movements, as if he were an unhealthy imbalance of impatient and anxious. Dexter also noticed how the boy seemed distant, casting looks at the people he had to move around. Dexter closed his eyes. There really didn’t seem to be much in the way of people watching. The problem was that Dexter was easily bored. When Dex felt bored, he felt unproductive. That unproductive feeling was one of the few things that made Dexter Holloway so dangerous. He had a tendency to fix things or set things straight. Dexter had often been chided for making a good use of his time. There was a game Dexter liked to play. Well, to him it was a game. His game started out with two players. First, there was the player who knew they were playing (Dexter). Second, there was the player who didn’t know they were even in a game. Usually, Dexter made it his purpose to drive this specific person to their brink. He likes to see people at the peak of the little bit of power they have. Unfortunately, there were no good victims for him. Dexter did not even feel the urge to approach the Scorpion boy. Once more Dexter pressed his lips together, idly watching people pass by him. Dexter was known on this island. He was the strictest, most serious, and most talented squad leader on the island. His army never questioned him and he had respect from all corners. Dexter, being the kind of boy who cared less about rank and more about surviving, knew how to think and respond as quickly as possible. Survival was key in the world of Dexter Holloway. He executed nearly flawless plans and ALMOST never failed. The silent moment of rest enabled Dexter to think about which armies were starting to become a threat. Dexter knew about Panther becoming more serious, but he wasn’t worried. Panther was an emotion-based arm. He knew that nothing could be accomplished through emotions. It was obvious how to defeat Panther. All Dexter would have to do is take down the core. Another group edging closer was Raven. Dexter did not like that at all. He had observed several different Ravens. Something about the group that worried him was that they were diverse. Raven offered several different elements. Though the elements Raven contained were elements derived from other armies he has faced and defeated, Dexter still felt that it was a nuisance to have it all piled in one group. Dexter flexed his fingers, making a fist and flattening his hand out again. The wind shifted directions, ruffling his blonde hair. Dexter didn’t pay any mind to appearance. Of course, Dexter generally looks presentable and physically appealing. He just doesn’t mind to get dirty or let the wind mess up his hair. Dexter wasn’t on the island to make friends. He wasn’t on the island to look nice and not take anything seriously. Dex was here because this was the only thing that he could possibly be made for. You better run like hell You better run all day template created by brooke!